The life and posthumous writings of William Cowper, by W. Hayley. Supplementary pages, Том 21806 |
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... nature's noblest part , The centre of a glowing heart ! And this is what the world , who knows No flights above the pitch of prose His more sublime vagaries slighting , Denominates an itch for A 2 3 that she soon received from him the ...
... nature's noblest part , The centre of a glowing heart ! And this is what the world , who knows No flights above the pitch of prose His more sublime vagaries slighting , Denominates an itch for A 2 3 that she soon received from him the ...
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... , or small ; But merely to remark , that ours , Like some of nature's sweetest flowers , Rose from a seed of tiny size , That seemed to promise no such prize A transient visit intervening , And made almost without a 6.
... , or small ; But merely to remark , that ours , Like some of nature's sweetest flowers , Rose from a seed of tiny size , That seemed to promise no such prize A transient visit intervening , And made almost without a 6.
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... nature , related in a Let- ter to Mr. Unwin , which , though it bears no date of month or year , I am induced by these circumstances to introduce at present , though it was probably writ- ten after some of the subsequent Letters ...
... nature , related in a Let- ter to Mr. Unwin , which , though it bears no date of month or year , I am induced by these circumstances to introduce at present , though it was probably writ- ten after some of the subsequent Letters ...
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... nature , and not by rule , and has a preception of what is good or bad in composition , that I never knew deceive her , insomuch , that when two sorts of ex- pression have pleaded equally for the precedence , in my own esteem , and I ...
... nature , and not by rule , and has a preception of what is good or bad in composition , that I never knew deceive her , insomuch , that when two sorts of ex- pression have pleaded equally for the precedence , in my own esteem , and I ...
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... nature seems to smile ! Delights that never cease , The live - long day beguile . From morn to dewy eve , With open hand she showers Fresh blessings to deceive , And soothe the silent hours . It is content of heart Gives nature power to ...
... nature seems to smile ! Delights that never cease , The live - long day beguile . From morn to dewy eve , With open hand she showers Fresh blessings to deceive , And soothe the silent hours . It is content of heart Gives nature power to ...
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acquaintance Adieu admire affectionate agreeable amuse answer appear beautiful believe blank verse called Captain Cook cause comfort connexion Cowper DEAR FRIEND DEAR WILLIAM dearest Cousin delight doubt equally Esqr esteem expence expression favour feel finished friendship Gentleman's Magazine give glad grace happy hear heard heart Homer honour hope Iliad John Gilpin JOHN NEWTON Johnson JOSEPH HILL Lady Austen Lady HESKETH laugh least less live matter mean ment mind nature neighbours never obliged occasion Olney opinion perfectly perhaps Pict pleased pleasure poem poet poetical portunity possible present prove racter reason received rejoice respect Revd scripture seems sensible sent serve soon spirits suppose sure taste tell thank ther thing thought Throckmorton tion told translation truth verse volume W. C. LETTER whole WILLIAM UNWIN wish word write wrote
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Страница 311 - ... you to give pleasure, but I will venture to say that you do not often give more than you gave me this morning. When I came down to breakfast, and found upon the table a Letter franked by my Uncle, and when opening that frank I found that it contained a Letter from you, I said within myself, this is just as it should be; we are all grown young again, and the days that I thought I should see no more, are actually returned.